It’s almost two weeks since stubbing my toes against the edge of the door frame. The xray revealed a possible fracture in one of the little toes.
However, fracture or none, a promise is a promise. A promise that was made months ago to a little boy across the South China Sea, that Grandma would visit him. He had been counting the days so Grandpa and I set out to fly across.
Wheelchair services made boarding and disembarking a breeze. On arrival, my grandson’s sharp eyes noted the walking stick and on learning of my mishap, was most sympathetic and concerned.
The next day, we visited Stephen, our older grandson who will be leaving before the weekend, heading for the UK where he will continue his tertiary education.
Isaac has just started pre-school but unfortunately he hasn’t been feeling well of late so he has been missing school. He’s a jovial little lad and very helpful. Here he is, weighing himself before reading our weight as we by turn, stand on the digital scale.
His little sister Abigail, is 17 months old and she has just learned to walk.
Chloe is our older granddaughter who’s sitting for her A-levels soon. Here she is with her small butterfly pendant, a present from me.
In a couple of days we will making our way back to the Land Below the Wind which has been our home for the last 5 decades.
It’s time for the next xray of my foot and I’m missing my plants too.
